Hovering a blanket of soft sand,
my tiny fragile tickling toes do land.
The baby waves all marine blue,
with white gem-like bubbles so sweet;
At first, not I had a clue;
They had come to the shore to greet.
"Hello! Hello!", they started to sing,
as my soaked clothes began to swing.
At the edge of the pure sand,
with the cool quiet breeze along,
my skirt danced hand-in-hand,
listening to their favourite song.

As my little arms steadied to stand,
near by I found a pretty sea shell band.
All at once, I heard my name,
being called far from the blue seas.
"Surely, I haven't such so fame,
who knows except the great bees?"
Said I, not knowing the calm voice;
My feet bursted up, to take a choice.
It was the sun, that's so bright,
wearing a gown of golden dye,
melting the last ray of light,
it dipped low, saying "goodbye!".

(To the one that was never solved)

Sitting on a page,
on my square-ruled book,
with a solemn face,
you stare at me
with your pleading
eyes,
like a
caged bird.
My brain whelms
in pain, eyes shed
their tears;
My hand surges
up and down.
But you were
never mended.
Your two arms
beside your
two-stripped shoulders
were never the same.
One scrunched;
Other stunted.
Will you ever
fill my lonely
spaces?